Yes, you
apostate," he proceeded, "you have entered into a league with him, and
ever since there is devil within you. You sold yourself to his agent and
representative, Vanston, You got him to interfere for you with the
Board of Excise, and the fine that was justly imposed on you for your
smugglin' and distillin' whiskey--not that I'm runin' down our whiskey,
because it's the best drinkin of that kind we have, and drinks beautiful
as scalhleen, wid a bit of butther and sugar in it--but it's notorious
that you went to Vanston, and offered if he'd get the fine off you,
that you'd give him your vote; an' if that's not sellin' yourself to the
devil, I don't know what is. Judas did the same thing when he betrayed
our Savior--the only difference is--that he got a thirty shilling
note--an' God knows it was a beggarly bargain--when his hand was in he
ought to have done the thing dacent--and you got the fine taken off
you; that's the difference--that's the difference. But there's more to
come--more corruption where that was. Along wid the removal of the fine
you got a better note than Mr. Judas got. Do you happen to know anything
about a fifty pound note cut in two halves? Eh? Am I tickling you? Do
you happen to know anything about that, you traicherous apostate? If
you don't, I do; and plaise God before many hours the public will know
enough of it, too.
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